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friday morning sadness

Posted on | December 18, 2009 | 1 Comment

Writing these days is painful. It is almost like running away from oneself. Sometimes it feels like treachery.

We all have our own stories to share. There are no listeners.

Joy. Sadness. Pleasure. Pain. Feelings have to be given a name. They must be.

Undefined feelings are colourless. And somewhat lazy. They are slow to come in and reluctant to go out.

But they have force. Like a slow moving flood of unnaturally heavy water, destroying everything their way.

We all have stories to tell. There are no listeners.

Laughter is precious. Rare. And important. Far more important than salaries or stocks or cars or yatches or new dresses. As important as stories.

None of our stories are very funny.

But we must laugh, nevertheless.

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One Response to “friday morning sadness”

  1. magenta
    May 15th, 2010 @ 1:31 am

    i like.

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